Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The Morrison house looked exactly the same as I remembered from before visits–white clapboard siding with forest green shutters, a wraparound porch lined with hanging flower baskets, and that old wooden swing.

“They’re gonna lose their minds,” Caleb said again as we pulled into the gravel driveway. “Mom’s been cooking since I called. Pretty sure

she made enough food to feed the entire pack.”

I managed a weak smile.

He turned off the engine and looked at me with those kind blue eyes. “You ready for this?”

*No.* I wasn’t ready for anything.

But I nodded anyway.

The front door burst open before we even made it up the porch steps.

“Seraphina!”

Margaret appeared in the doorway like a force of nature–gray hair in a messy bun, flour–dusted apron, arms already outstretched for a

hug. Behind her, Robert emerged with that gentle smile I remembered so well.

“Oh my goodness, look at you!” Margaret pulled me into one of those bone–crushing hugs that only mothers could give. “You’re skin and

bones! Haven’t they been feeding you in that fancy city?”

“Mom,” Caleb warned gently. “Let her breathe.”

“Don’t you ‘Mom‘ me, Caleb Morrison.” But she released me, her weathered hands moving to cup my face. “Let me look at you properly.”

I tried to smile, tried to pretend her maternal concern wasn’t making my chest ache with longing for something I’d never really had. “Hi,

Mrs. Morrison. It’s good to see you.”

“None of this Mrs. Morrison nonsense. You’re family, sweetheart. Always have been.” Her eyes–so much like Caleb’s–searched my face

with motherly worry. “You look tired, honey. When’s the last time you had a decent meal?”

“I ate on the bus-”

“Bus food doesn’t count.” She was already herding me toward the front door. “Robert, get her bags. Caleb, wash up. I’ve got pot roast in

the oven and fresh biscuits cooling on the counter”

I remembered. Worn hardwood floors covered with colorful braided rugs.

every available surface. The smell of home cooking

“We turned Caleb’s old room into Robert’s workshop, and the guest room is full of

couch is perfect,” I said quickly.

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her garden, chattering about local gossip and asking gentle questions about my life that I deflected as

asked, passing me the

halfway to my mouth. “They’re… they’re

how wonderful!” Margaret’s face lit up. “I bet they’re beautiful. Do they have

eyes. Lily has mine and Damien’s mixed together–blue–green like

“They’re perfect,” I whispered.

over to pat my hand. “Of course they are, honey.

are.”

that–the weather,

mind

eating dinner right now? Was Damien home, or was he still at the office,

thinking about me?

Adrian asked about me

voice pulled me back to

lied. “It’s been a

it has, sweetheart.” Margaret was already standing, clearing dishes

get settled while us old folks clean

“I can help-”

living room. “You’re a

and promises of

alone in the living

with pillows and blankets, even found an old stuffed animal from

of this. I know it’s unexpected, me showing up like

He settled into his father’s old recliner, studying my face with those perceptive

you, I ran into

since we were kids. You don’t run to other people when handle it yourself. So

you

have trouble. You

lap like a prayer. “I don’t even

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